She stopped a few seats ahead of the man she assumed was her partner, and held the handrail as she idly swiped her phone screen, pretending to be preo...cupied.Her heart was beating loudly in her chest. She had worn a strapless black top that could easily be pulled down and a jacket that she hoped would hide any signs of groping, and instead of jeans she wore a skirt, hoping it would have made the fantasy easier to live out. She had to resist the urge to look back at her partner at least three. For that matter, maybe it’s time to give up the booty to some teachers myself. So what if they think that it’s blackmail? I don’t have to actually extort anything. They will just be extra sweet to me.Oh, and on the family front, I’ve been bat mitzvahed and my adoption is official now. I’m formally and legally Sarah Rosenfeld, a converted Jew of Jordanian-Australian descent. The immigration lawyer even indicated that there is a decent chance of citizenship before I know it, due to my adoption. After a bit, you tell me to move the chair to the foot of the bed and sit like it good sissy. “Yes Mistress”. As I sit, you look back me, “so, you want to know what it’s like to see me get fucked by a big masculine cock? Well, here you go...” you climb over his cock and tell me to guide his cock into your pussy. I reach, grab his cock, and guide it into your pussy. Your pussy is so wet that is just slides right in and you let out the most sensual moan I’ve ever heard. You gather yourself for a. Some had dates carefully written on the spines. Others, what looked like abbreviated titles that gave me the impression it was her porn stash. The dates, however, intrigued me. Again, I snapped a picture. Below that, socks. Again, cute and colorful, some with designs. Cat faces. Hearts. Ribbons. That kind of thing. A few white cotton. Couple of sport bras.I moved on to the dresser and its trio of drawer. Top drawer was a mixture of nail polishes, makeup, and jewelry. What caught my eye.